Runaway affair

Risk It All

Risk It All- The Vamps

No One POV:

His blue eyes grew wide as they stared back at her green ones. The actresses hands fumbled together, sweat present on them. The two sat it silence, watching as the phone continued to ring.

Neither one dared to move. No motion to answer, or to decline it. They just remained in the comfort of their seats. After a moment, Elizabeth cleared her throat. His attention moved from the steel table to her.

"I think you should answer it" she muttered, shakily. Ford hesitated before nodding back to her in slight worry. He clutched the phone that appeared to be so small in his giant sized hands. 

However, the ringing came to a stop. The man taking too long to answer the call, led him to give up his efforts. He sighed with relief. There was a relaxed feeling that flowed over his body, not feeling the pressure to answer it.

Across the table, Elizabeth slouched over. Her once perfect posture, slumped against the seat of the booth. The soccer players brows furrowed, watching with worried eyes. Her own hands cupped her face, thumbs massaging her temples.

"Hey Liz, you okay?" he questioned. His palm came to rest on the top of her forearm. He could feel the goosebumps arising from underneath his touch. Elizabeth was quick to move from his touch.

Her eyes now clouded as they searched the space beside her. The actress grabbed her purse in a swift motion, darting up from her seat. Eyes followed their movements, some even noticing them from fame. 

Without another word, Elizabeth darted out the door without a second glance. Ford stood still in his spot, watching as she left. His maroon colored napkin, still in his possession as it dangled by his legs.

He threw his head back, releasing a frustrated sigh. The pair hadn't been there too long, only to order a few drinks. The man was hot on her trail after slapping a crisp hundred dollar bill onto the table. His fresh flannel blew as he dashed out the doors after her. 

The unfortunate thing about London, was its unpredictable weather. One second warm, now cool. His skin was enveloped with the cool breeze of the night, his hair bustling as it blew. 

Elizabeth leaned against a brick wall, typing wordlessly onto her phone. The sound of footsteps caused her to look up, meeting her ex-lovers gaze. "What was that about, back there?" he wondered.His thumb sticking out to gesture where they had just come from. 

The actress huffed, shrugging her shoulders as her definable answer. "Lizzie, I just wanna help" Ford tried. She rolled her eyes in response, chuckling dryly.

"And that's gotten you real far hasn't it, Ford?" she spat back. Her green eyes swarmed with tears as she broke their eye contact. The soccer player was taken back, her tone much unforgivable.

"What are you talking about-" Elizabeth was quick to cut him off. "We wouldn't be in this damn situation in the first place if you fucking listened to me!" she exclaimed. She caught sight of something behind him, making her toss her phone into her purse.

"Wait, Lizzie!" he called after her but it was no use, she was long gone. The actress brushed passed him with such eagerness, such haste. He watched as the SUV pulled away from the restaurant, leaving him alone.

The fallen leaves scampered across the sidewalk. They crunched beneath the feet of those who passed by, pressing forward to their destinations. The man snapped his fingers at his sides thinking wearily.

His phone buzzed again, evident of who was on the other line. Anger coursed through his body wanting to ignore it, but he couldn't. It continued to ring off the hook now, continuously. Letting his fingers swipe across the screen, he pressed it up against his face.